RoughRiders

Gauge’s parents asked if they could pick up Troy tonight and take him with them to the Frisco RoughRiders baseball game. It was Troy’s and Gauge’s first baseball game, so it was a special treat. I found it interesting that my first reaction was that I wanted to go too. Not because I have a particular interest in the Frisco RoughRiders nor a particular interest in watching baseball. But because I wanted to be there to experience it with Troy. I want to experience everything with him, especially his firsts, and I was jealous that somebody else was getting to do it instead. But I let him go, because it’s not healthy for either of us to never be apart. One day, it will happen on a grander scale, and we need to start learning how to accept it.

But I wasn’t the only one feeling the separation anxiety. Troy missed us about halfway through the game, and he asked Gauge’s mom if he could call us. He was having a lot of fun, and I guess we’re the people he would normally tell, but when he turned to talk to us, we weren’t there. It was good to hear his voice, and I’m glad he had a good time.

The tickets they got were amazing. They were right behind the home team’s dugout in the first row. I’m not sure the kids watched too much of the baseball game, but they greatly enjoyed the antics of the mascots, who were dancing on top of the dugout. They even got a picture with one of them. And afterward, Gauge’s parents took them to the gift shop, where Troy bought…a Minecraft sword. Nothing related to baseball or a memory of the game. Oh well. He had fun, so that’s what’s important.